Peter Chapman Poetry

bye red ryder

you knew this was coming,
in your blood you knew

you got the feeling in your heart,
the way it squeezed you
you knew what i would do

the signal rose in your eyes,
you saw me going
when the motion froze,
like the afternoon
you washed my feet,
wiped away the dust
& skin, you got me
ready from the outside
in, you got me good
between the toes

you knew baby,
you knew i'd go